The thrilling conclusion of the PIN replacement saga. The epilogue is that two weeks later I went to pick up my new PIN and after half an hour of checking my identification and digging through paperwork and signing forms, I opened it to discover that it was not a new PIN at all, but rather a reminder for my old PIN.

When I tell my students their country is more bureaucratic than others, they get all offended and insist that I am full of it.